"I want it next to yours."
"Very well. I don't s'pose father will mind."
"Let me dig it over for her the first time," urged Tom, and he left the marking out of his own new bed to come and dig up Margery's.
Charlie and Bella and Margery herself collected large stones to outline it with, and by dinnertime there was a very neat and inviting-looking patch beside Bella's herb-bed.
"What'll you do for flowers to put in it, though?" laughed Charlie.
"Have you got any?"
"I've got the double daisy that Aunt Maggie gave me, and Chrissie Howard is going to bring me a 'sturtium in a pot. She said it was to put on the window-sill, but I shall put it in my garden."
"I can get you a marigold the next time I go past Carter's, on my way to Woodley. Billy Carter offered me one the other day; they're growing like weeds in their garden."
Margery danced with joy. "That'll be three flowers in my garden; I'll be able to pick some soon, won't I?"
That night William Hender came home earlier from his after-supper gossip at the 'Red Lion,' and, as usual, strolled about outside the house while he finished out his pipe. To-night his footsteps led him down his garden, and instinctively he went in search of the herb-bed again. Before he reached it he came upon fresh signs of digging and raking, and a larger patch of newly-turned earth, with the tools still lying beside it.